Son of Lucifer - Day 55, Entertainment.

And the fifty-fifth day came.

And Lucifer said:
- Never fully believe a woman or take her seriously. A woman is just curiosity plus levity.

DEVELOPMENT.

«Do not attach sin to sin, for even for one you will not go unpunished.».
The book of wisdom of Jesus, son of Sirach.

What a bore! - Jeanne yawned and stretched. - And to be here for a whole week... I'll go crazy!

The sun was already blazing. The time was clearly approaching twelve.

The weather seems to be fine... - Zhanna glanced out of the window and yawned again. - Well, should we get up or what? Or should I lie down a little longer?... - she pondered lazily, still lying in bed and not moving. She didn't want to get up. - No, we have to get up! - After a while she decided with a sigh. - I'll at least go and sunbathe.

She paused a little longer, lounging on the clean, fresh-smelling sheets in her cosy, warm bed, warmed overnight, then reluctantly threw back the thin blanket and sat down on the edge of the bed. She sat for half a minute, then finally got up and began to dress slowly.

A metallic clinking sound came from downstairs. Jeanne froze and listened. The sound was repeated.

Max is doing something," Zhanna realised, instinctively adjusting her dress and looking in the mirror.

Maksim, the owner's fourteen-year-old son, a long and ungainly, skinny young man - an accelerator, taciturn and sullen, lived with Zhanna at the dacha. At first Zhanna was terribly angry with him and could not understand why he was always at home, day in and day out! - alone, in the summer, at the dacha!... doesn't go to anyone... sits there like an owl! Well, it's all right for her, it's just that everything turned out so stupidly: the flat is being renovated, her husband's holiday doesn't start for another week... There's nowhere to go, in a word! She just has to spend this week here in boredom! Bad luck, in short! - But him?! A young bloke... He's got nothing to do? He could've taken his girlfriends, his mates. You can't go out any more. You have to get dressed all the time. It's a nightmare!

She couldn't, until one day she accidentally noticed his face twisted with excitement peering out of the window from behind the curtain, while she herself was lying in a swimming costume with a book on an inflatable mattress and sunbathing.

From that moment on, everything became clear to her, and she constantly started catching the teenager's greedy glances, noticing him literally everywhere. In the most unexpected places. Lurking with binoculars in the attic, hiding in the bushes, behind the fence, etc., etc., etc.

At first it had annoyed her, and she'd even considered explaining herself to him, but then it had become amusing. Especially since there was no other entertainment to be had here anyway. Boring as hell! You could hang yourself with boredom.

Lock her, a young, beautiful, 27-year-old woman alone in the country house! Her darling hubby's been good to her! He's been very helpful. Stay at Smirnov's dacha for a week, he says. You'll sunbathe there! Fresh air, again... His dacha is empty anyway.

«You'll get a tan!» - Zhannochka even blushed with anger and pressed her lips together in anger when she thought about it. - And she, like a fool, listened!... «A week»! How long has this «week» been going on?!!!

Okay, wait! I'll show you again! I'll show you! - The poor, harmless husband didn't even realise yet what clouds were gathering over his head. He really wanted what was best for him. For his wife. Fresh air, indeed. Nature... «Zhannochka, Zhannochka...»

«Jeannotchka»! I'll show you «Jeannotchka»! I'll make you dance, my darling! Yes!

But that's when it's gonna happen. In a week at best. In the meantime, there was nothing for poor Jeanne to do. Except to sunbathe. But how much sunbathing can one do?! Alone... A fence on four sides... Like in prison. Boring!

That's why Max with his binoculars was just heavenly manna for Jeannotchka. A gift of fate! Which she soon came to appreciate.

It turned out that sunbathing, when someone is watching you secretly, secretly watching you, is not boring at all! And even if it's just a self-conscious teenager, a boy, a child almost... - it's all the same.

I'm the most desirable and beautiful woman in the world to him right now! «Baby»! Ahem! I saw that. When we were sitting here the other day in the low armchairs and chatting... I was wearing such a short dress... Yes... what a child he was.... He blushed all over and crouched in three legs, as if he had a sudden stomach ache. You should wear swim trunks, kid, in such cases, swim trunks! To avoid such mishaps. Don't you know?

It suited him, though... He was so sweet... at that moment. He got all flushed and embarrassed. Like a red-haired maiden! It was so... funny...

Of course, I pretended not to notice anything!.....

I even spread my legs a little more to make him believe it. Completely. That I didn't notice anything," Zhannochka told herself and laughed. - Let him admire it!

Her mood lifted. She took one last look in the mirror, adjusted her hair a little, and went downstairs, humming merrily.

Max, of course, was there. He was diligently fiddling with some iron, or rather, he was pretending to be fiddling, while in reality he was patiently waiting for Zhanna. And Zhannochka saw and understood it perfectly well. She felt even more cheerful.

- Hi, Max! - she flirtatiously shot her eyes in his direction. - How are you?

- Yes, hello... hello... - Max, as always, mumbled inarticulately and inappropriately. (Zhanna could not accustom him to address her as «you». «What's with the “you”, really!... As if I were a hundred years old already!... Am I so old?»).

Jeannotchka smiled to herself and went to the barn to wash up.

It's sunny, the weather's great. No, it's still possible to live here for a while... For a change. Just not for too long.

- Wash the dishes, Max, and don't forget to wipe the oilcloth! - Zhanna said carelessly, getting up from the table. - I'm going to sunbathe. While the weather is nice.

The boy nodded silently. Jeanne had lately learnt to treat him in this imperious and condescending manner, and she liked it very much. She found it extremely amusing. To command him like that. All the more so because the boy obeyed all her orders and commands quite uncomplainingly and unconditionally. It was very convenient. To have such a silent and obedient servant at hand.

«Max, get this! Max, do this!» And Max did and brought everything immediately. It's very convenient, isn't it? Very convenient.

Well, why not? Why not? It's the right thing to do! She's the queen and he's her henchman. That's the way it should be.

Zhannochka spread out the mattress. Her swimming costume was quite revealing today. Very. Very, very daring. Thin stripes at the back and at the front at the bottom (at the back - so just a thread!) and at the top... so only... something purely symbolic. She wore it for the first time today.

After lying down for a while and making sure that her faithful paladin had taken his favourite post in the attic, Jeannotchka began her daily game, to which she had already got used to and without which she simply could not do without.

She began to demonstrate her irresistible charms. She was twisting, turning, bending all over, taking the most seductive and relaxed poses!... The thought that the boy was watching her now, pining and languishing from all these vague, adolescent-youthful desires and lusts, excited her extremely.

It's a shame you can't go completely naked! Maybe topless? No, the other cottages might see it. Rumours will spread. That's not good. Don'tоIt's a bit of a mouthful.

Zhannochka rolled over onto her stomach and spread her legs wide. It seemed to her that she simply felt, physically felt how the passionate, burning gaze of the teenager trembling, stroking her legs - from bottom to top,... crawling higher and higher ... higher!... - greedily groping her bare thighs,... buttocks, literally burning through that annoying narrow strip of fabric just there!.. in the middle!.. teasing, tantalising, hiding underneath all the most cherished and sweet, all the most exciting female secrets, charms and secrets that every man always longs for....

Finally, after two hours, Jeanne decided with a sigh that enough was enough. The sun was really hot today. It wouldn't take long to burn. In spite of all the creams. (Rubbing cream was also an important part of the game that Zhannochka was so eagerly engaged in in front of Max. She did it carefully and slowly, everywhere... all over her body... At first she even wanted to ask Maxick to rub her back - she couldn't get it herself! - but then she gave up this tempting and promising idea. No! Don't. She might as well tell her father. It would be so obvious and defiant. Don't!)

Zhannochka sighed once more and just out of habit looked for Max with her eyes. There was no one in the attic. Zhannochka frowned unhappily and looked round more carefully. Maybe behind the curtain in the room again hid? Or in the bushes nearby...? She knew all his favourite places by heart.

Max was nowhere to be found.

Interesting. That's something new!

Jeanne looked around quite frankly and, finding no one anywhere, snorted indignantly and, picking up the bag with her beach accessories (cream, book and other stuff) from the grass, quickly headed for home. Her mood was starting to sour, and she could feel her irritation growing. She didn't know what she was going to do when she saw that nasty Max, but...!.

Max wasn't in the house either. Unbelievable, but true.

All right! This just keeps getting better and better. What the hell kind of news is that?! Where the hell did he go? Did he leave? Didn't even look at her!? While she was lying there, in the... such swimming costume! В such poses... How dare he!!!

Jeannotchka felt that annoyance, indignation, anger, and rage were overwhelming her. If she were to meet this vile Max now, she would probably tear him to pieces!

Jeanne, slamming the doors loudly, looked round the downstairs rooms. No! He's really gone somewhere. No, look at him! А?!.. What the hell is this?!

She grabbed her bag irritably and started up the steep creaky wooden stairs to her room.

A faint rustle came from above. Zhannochka froze and listened.

No, it's all quiet. I must have heard it.

But Jeannotchka already knew for sure that she had not heard it. She had already realised everything. Her heart was racing. Quickly, almost running, she overcame the last steps, whirled into her room, stopped in the middle and looked round carefully.

Maybe under the bed? Hmmm... Or!.. She casually approached the huge antique wardrobe in the room and shook it as if by accident. The wardrobe didn't even move. It was clear! There was someone in the wardrobe. And she knew exactly who it was. So that's where he disappeared to! Good boy!.

Well, well, well. That's really interesting. That's really interesting. What should we do now? А?

Jeanne walked leisurely across the room, pondering how she should handle the situation.

How? I don't know there's someone in the wardrobe! That I'm being watched in my room. It's unthinkable!

She felt a pleasant thrill. A kind of languor, even. An uneasiness. Yes!.. It opens up a whole new world of possibilities. I'm getting a little tired of sunbathing. And what's the big deal? In public, in a swimming costume... Kindergarten. But here...

All right, my loyal knight. You deserve a reward for your desperate courage. So be it! I'm not so heartless.

She pulled out her panties and bra from the nightstand and threw them on the bed. She thought for a moment and replaced the lingerie she had just chosen with other, less transparent lingerie (Let's start there!). Then she turned her back to the wardrobe (she was wearing only her swimming costume - swim trunks and bra) and began to undress slowly.

First the bra... Pause... Wait a little longer, let him suffer... Look at her from behind. How she's standing in just her swimming trunks. So... Now the swimming trunks... The thumbs of the right and left hands slowly slip under the elastic band... Freeze!.... Thinking about something important... Remembering something... Okay, remembered. Now let's lower our swimming trunks a little bit... A little bit.... Again we stop... think.... Look to the right,... to the left... We forgot something there... ah!... A little more down... down... down... The arse is probably already showing... More... more... up to half of the arse... Oh, what a sight!... Admire it, admire it, honey. All right, you deserve it.

Jeanne, carefully stepping over her long, shapely legs like a young horse, took off her swimming trunks and threw them on the bed. Now she stood with her back to Max, who was hiding in the wardrobe, completely naked.

Maybe bend forward a little...? - she thought. - No, that's enough for now. For the first time. He might faint. Right in the cupboard.

Jeanne took the lingerie she had prepared beforehand and got dressed. First the bra...

(I probably look even sexier from the back now! - she thought excitedly. - In a bra and no panties.

She could barely keep from wiggling her arse. Or not to spread her buttocks slightly with her hands).

She hesitated a little longer and finally reluctantly put on her panties. Carefully, almost without bending over.

That's enough for the first time, my dear! Be patient. Not all at once! You and I still have a long way to go.

It was Friday. On Saturday morning Max's father and Jeanne's husband arrived. The husband looked at his wife apprehensively, stammering, and told her that their trip had been postponed. Work was a complete mess. She would have to stay here for another week... «Or even two weeks,» he admitted, hiding his eyes, expecting an explosion.

But, to his surprise (and great relief!), there was no explosion. Jeanne took everything quite calmly.

- Well, what can you do!... - She sighed sadly, sorrowful and sadly nodded her head. - I have to, so I have to...

Max also informed his father that he would be staying at the cottage for a while longer.

- What's there to do in Moscow now? It's hot!

The next week flashed by like a day. Stripping in front of the wardrobe had become a habit with Jeanne.

It was so unusual... so exciting... so thrilling... To know you were being watched. Right in your room. And you didn't know it!

The following Friday Zhannochka was already sitting on the bed facing the wardrobe. Her knees were tightly clenched. Her panties and bra were lying around. She was wearing nothing. Absolutely nothing!

She paused, sighed, and quietly, as if hesitating, began to spread her legs... Wider... wider... wider....

The thought that the boy was watching her now was burning, intoxicating, unbearable!..! He'd never seen her like that before. О!.. God!

Jeanne, not even fully aware of what she was doing, gustily put her hand between her legs and began to fondle herself.

More! More... More... More... More, more, more, more!.. Aah! Sss! Sss! Sss! Oh!.

She convulsed a few more times and then, exhausted, froze. Not a sound came from the cupboard. Jeanne grinned languidly, staggered to her feet, stood up and began to dress as if in a dream.

The sensations she had just experienced were very strong. Very strong! What she had experienced so far with her husband was beyond comparison. No comparison whatsoever. It was out of the question.

The next day her husband arrived (Max's father could not come this time), smiling guiltily, announced to her that one more week! But it was definitely the last! He hastily performed his conjugal duty (Jeanne wrinkled her nose, remembering all this now) and rushed off to his precious work again.

One more week! - she thought with a strange feeling as she wandered round the empty house and listened to the rustling upstairs (what!? Had he got in there already?) - Just one more week! And then!...?.

The feelings from the next... session were also very strong. Perhaps even stronger than the first one. Now Zhannochka did everything calmly, without hurrying... Slowly... Not in a hurry... She was sure that she would be able to bring herself to orgasm (before, alone, she almost never managed to do it), and therefore she did not fidget, did not fuss, seeking only to prolong and stretch the pleasure as much as possible.

Yes!!! Yes! Aah! Yes!.. That's it! That's it.

That was nice... Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh nice... Very, very, very nice.

Another week flew by like a dream. It was Friday again.

Jeanne walked anxiously around the room, biting her lip. She was tormented by doubts. Well?... Take a risk? What am I afraid of? Everything is in my power! - she kept telling herself over and over again. - I'll control everything. If I don't want to, I'll pretend to wake up, and that's it! He'll run right away.

She remembered her and the cucumber yesterday... I wonder how he felt when he saw all that...? Oh! Shit!

So what do we do? We have to make up our minds. It's almost evening, and my husband's coming tomorrow, so maybe we'll leave altogether. Tonight's our last chance.

Oh, all right! - she finally waved her hand recklessly. - I was not! What am I really doing? I'm wasting my time.

- Max! - Zhanna called loudly. - Come here for a second, please!

Red as a cancer, Max walked out of his room. (He had been avoiding seeing Jeanne altogether lately. And he blushed most embarrassingly at the sight of her.

This amused Jeannotchka to no end. Sometimes she would call him specially and talk to him for a long time in the most serious manner, enjoying his embarrassment. She went about in his presence only in the most modest and austere clothes. Closed and buttoned up tightly. The embodiment of bashfulness and chastity.

The more pleasant and savoury it was afterwards... in front of the cupboard!.. with legs spread wide... Finger... Cucumber...)

- Listen, Max! - Zhanna looked the guy straight in the eye. - I've been having insomnia all week. I'm going to take some pills. Sleeping pills. Very strong. So you don't bother me and don't try to wake me up, if anything. You won't wake me up anyway!

I'm just warning you, just in case, so you know," she added, seeing the boy's puzzled eyes (why, after all, was she telling me all this?). - If you can't wake me up, you'll think something's happened to me. That I'm not well. Cos you can't wake me up from these sleeping pills anyway! Not until tomorrow morning. Until I wake up myself. I don't care if you fire a cannon! All right?

- I see," Max mumbled, running his eyes.

(«I see!» - Jeannotchka mentally mocked him. - Let's see now how clear you are! At least you have enough intelligence to realise!... «Clearly»!...)

She sent Max a charming smile and began to walk slowly up the steep stairs in her mini-dress, swaying her hips invitingly and watching him stare down at her with his mouth hanging open, looking stupidly down at her.

«I see!!!» - She sighed again with annoyance as she went into her room. - 'Nothing is clear to you, I think! Fool.

Two hours passed. Jeannotchka listened once again. Not a sound! It was as if the house had died out. The silence was sepulchral.

The impatient anticipation of the first few minutes was long gone, giving way to slight fatigue and frustration. She was just bored now.

It was already quite obvious that the silly boy had taken her words literally, as a mere wish and request to keep the house quiet while she slept.

Or maybe it was for the best...? - she thought again, scrutinising the ceiling. - It would probably be too much!... It's a real adventure," she yawned and squirmed under the blanket. - Maybe I should get up..." She was really starting to feel sleepy. Her thoughts were all sluggish, lingering... - To say that the pills didn't work. There was nothing to lie still for... - Zhanna yawned again. - There was nothing to wait for anyway. At least I'll watch TV...

Something rattled downstairs. Jeanne was instantly alert and stood up on the bed, listening intently. No! Everything was quiet. She relaxed and fell back on the pillow.

A step creaked. Another... Someone was coming cautiously up the stairs.

Zhannochka ran around the bed with a racing heart, having forgotten all her plans out of excitement. Oh, yes! She only had time to turn over on her stomach and assume the relaxed posture of a sound sleeper (right leg slightly bent at the knee, left leg stretched out).

The door opened slowly, barely audibly. The man stood hesitantly on the threshold. He hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward. He stopped. Pause. Another step. Stopped again.

Jeanne's heart was pounding furiously, like a bird caught in a snare. All this exciting, romantic atmosphere!... Games, secrets, adventures! Mystery, semi-darkness, footsteps creeping in the darkness... She was both amused and at the same time eerie somehow. She felt herself at the same time a little naive girl, frightened and defenceless, to whom a robber, an ogre, was now sneaking in the darkness, and a seductive, insidious, lecherous to the bone adult, mature woman, seducing a child. A hunter and a victim at the same time!

Fear and growing excitement mingled in the most bizarre way, merged in her soul, forming a spicy, intoxicating, sweet and stupefying mixture. Some inconceivable mad cocktail!

She felt like spreading her legs wide, and she could barely keep herself from doing it immediately (she was asleep!). «I should have worn knickers!» - she thought briefly.

She had originally planned to prolong the game as long as possible - let him undress her, take off her panties and bra! - but now she had a passionate urge to let the boy see her like this, lying on her stomach, with her bare legs spread wide and shamelessly, her thighs and buttocks vaguely white in the semi-darkness... without any panties! in an extremely frank position, calling for immediate coitus, mating!... she wanted to know that he could see everything!.. all of her!.. all of her!.. in detail!.. all of her!!! - the black, thick vegetation on her pubic area... between her legs... her crotch... her swollen labia... slightly spread out invitingly and invitingly... her anus... everything! every tiny curve, every most secret and inaccessible part and corner of her body!

And for him to throw himself on top of her now, lose his head in passion, spread her thighs even wider with his hands, and possess her immediately!!!! Right now! Maybe in the arse? No, first... this way!.. there!.. h-hah-choo-choo!.. in the arse... let it happen later... maybe!.. v-va-z-mo-z-mo-zmoo-zmoo-zmoo-zhno!..!!.

Jeanne clenched the pillow with her teeth as hard as she could to keep from moaning.

No! - still breathing heavily, she decided a moment later. - It's better not to hurry after all. He wouldn't dare! He's too inexperienced. He's a boy.

A switch flicked on. Max (it was him, of course) switched on the light.

Why?! - Zhannochka was surprised for a second, squinting even with her eyes closed, but she realised immediately. - Oh, right! Right. I have to seriously check if I'm sleeping well? Before I do something like this. If I wake up now, she'll apologise and say some nonsense like: You were screaming in your sleep! I thought I'd have a look... I'm sorry! - and run away.

And if I wake up later in the process, it won't matter if it's light or not.

Good job, kid. You're smart.

And he can't do it without light, either! - A mischievous thought suddenly occurred to her, and she almost laughed. - He won't know where to put what he's trying to feel! He won't get it. He'll get tangled up in my knickers and bra.

Jeanne suddenly became unusually cheerful and wanted to do something silly, something childish. To say, for example, something «in a dream» with a serious look: «What a fool this Max is!..» or «Again this nasty boy was watching me through the binoculars! I'll have to report him to his father.» You know, just for fun.

Max, meanwhile, crossed the room quickly. Jeanne felt a soft puff of air on her face as he passed just a metre from her head.

What's that? - She was again fleetingly surprised. - What's he doing? Checking the curtains on the window, I suppose?

Max, meanwhile, almost ran past the bewildered Jeanne, threw the blanket off her and somehow very quickly and deftly pulled off her panties.

Poor Jeannotchka was completely confused. She had long since forgotten her instant wish for everything to happen quickly, and was expecting something completely different.

That he would first pull the blanket off for half an hour - he would pull it off! He would get scared!... he would pull it off again... - then, trembling and trembling with excitement and passion, he would stroke her... touch her body, her legs... her breasts... at first quietly, ... gently... then more and more boldly... until finally, unable to control himself any longer, he would begin to undress her.. lightly... then more and more boldly... more boldly... until finally, unable to control himself any longer, he began to undress her... ineptly... timidly... bra... panties... She was waiting for a love game... A sweet and long one. Which she could interrupt at any time. Just reach up and pretend to wake up.

And here! So it's not his first time, is it? He wasn't that inexperienced? She didn't even have time to decide what to do now, but he was already on top of her with his whole body. One second. He's already inside her! He's already having intercourse with her.

That was the first definition that popped into her head for some reason. It came out of the depths of her subconscious. Not making love to her, not fucking her, not having her, not even fucking her, for that matter! - No! All those words imply some emotion, some feeling, something human! - It's copulating. Quickly and businesslike, like it's doing something. Like an ant with his female ant.

Jeanne even opened her eyes in amazement. The events were unfolding so rapidly that she was completely overwhelmed by them, caught completely by surprise, and had no time to collect her thoughts or to orientate herself in any way.

Max's movements accelerated sharply. He jumped up, ran round the bed (Zhanna barely had time to close her eyes) and unceremoniously turned Zhannochka on her back. A moment later some warm, thick liquid flowed down Zhanna's face. The characteristic pungent smell of semen hit her nostrils. After a moment Zhannochka felt Max running something wet and elastic several times on her lips and tasted semen in her mouth.

This was too much! Jeanne stirred determinedly, as if waking up.

Some rustling... near... at the window... quick footsteps... the door slammed softly. A hurried creak of steps. That's it! The boy was gone.

Jeanne lay on her back not moving, completely dazed, with her face drenched in cum and her legs slightly spread.

What was that? - she asked herself dazedly. - Maybe I was dreaming the whole thing.

She cautiously brought her hands to her face and sniffed her fingers.

Yes!.. «I dreamt it»! What should I wipe myself with? Ugh! And my mouth.

She felt like she had a hangover. She felt sick and disgusted. Her mouth, too, for that matter.

She got up quietly, spitting and holding her face up (it's going to spill all over the bed! On the sheets! What am I going to say to the master tomorrow?!), went to the cupboard, found a rag and wiped herself. The rag turned out to be a nightgown. To hell with it! I'll wash it later.

Jeanne stood for a while, looking at herself in the mirror in disgust (Max had not even turned out the light when he ran away!), then sighed heavily and went to get dressed. She felt utterly broken, morally humiliated and destroyed. As if she had just been abused, raped in passing. Just in passing. Roughly and unceremoniously! Used, so to speak, for their intended purpose. Like some scum! Like a street girl! And who!?!?

Max didn't turn up until the next morning, when his father arrived from town. He didn't spend the night at home.

Max's father informed Jeanne, pale with rage, that her husband could not come today, but promised to come for her on Tuesday or Wednesday.

- Are you sure? - She only asked, and when she heard the indefinitely indifferent «He said yes...» she went straight to her room, barely able to contain herself.

She was choking on anger. At the whole world. Everyone! At herself, at her husband, at that bloody Max. His father.

What's my father got to do with it? On the contrary, he let me live here, at his summer house. I wish his cottage would burn down!!! Along with his ugly son!!!

The thought of having to be alone with him, with this son, for another two or three days was absolutely unbearable. Zhannochka was ready to climb the wall from anger! But there was nothing to do. She had nowhere to live until Tuesday. At home renovation... Husband that cretin!!!! Idiot! Only a fool would leave his young wife with a young boy to live alone in the dacha! If it wasn't for him, it wouldn't have happened!

That same evening, another blow awaited her. Max's father was leaving, it turned out, first thing tomorrow morning. (She had hoped he would stay at least until the evening.) Max, of course, was staying behind. So Jeanne would have to spend the whole Sunday alone with him!

Jeanne sat in her room, biting her lip nervously. She had to go downstairs. Wash up, have breakfast. And in general, not to sit in the room locked up all day long!... Not all day, but for who knows how long! When will that fool of a husband come? «Tuesday. We know that »Tuesday«! Anyway, we had to go out.

How can I get out if Max is always downstairs? Jeanne could hear him fiddling around and rattling something. She hoped that he would avoid meeting her, disappear somewhere for these days, go away with his father, but it was not to be! He didn't seem to have any intention of disappearing or going anywhere.

And this somehow frightened Zhannochka. In general, the impudence of course, indescribable. He didn't switch off the light... he didn't even wipe his filth off her face....! (Jeanne, shuddering with disgust, involuntarily touched her cheeks with her fingers, as if there could still be semen of this little bastard!) What was he thinking! He can't not realise that I've guessed everything! That he... raped me, taking advantage of my position! He should be hiding from me right now, trembling with fear that I'll tell his father, his husband...!.

And him?! What's the meaning of this? What the hell is that bloody kid up to this time?! What the hell did I do to contact him?! Maybe he's in love with me and he's hoping that we'll have some kind of relationship with him now. What a bastard! And his husband, the arsehole! «Tuesday-Wednesday.» The king of heaven's oaf!

All right," Zhannochka finally grumbled with annoyance and sighed doomedly. - Sit, don't sit, but we have to go downstairs. I'll behave with him, naturally, cold and unapproachable. Shit! And most importantly, I can't pretend that I didn't notice anything! It's that fool's fault. The light, the semen... All the evidence is there... Oh, yes!.. He also took off my knickers! I should have woken up without panties! It's as clear as day. I'll have to explain myself.

She took one more look at herself in the mirror (that light-coloured T-shirt looks good on me!), gave herself a menacing and stern look, and opened the door with determination.

- Maxim, we need to have a serious talk! - Zhannochka sternly addressed the teenager sitting sluggishly at the table. He looked up at her silently. He sat hunched over, his hands resting on his knees. - Don't pretend, you know perfectly well what I mean! - Jeanne raised her voice.

Again the teenager faded away. This encouraged Zhannochka enormously. All her previous fears and misgivings («What if he!... What about me then!?...») were instantly dissipated. She regained her confidence and felt herself the mistress of the situation.

- Do you know what it's called, Maxim?! - she began her angry denunciations with vigour. - What you have done?! It's meanness! A real meanness! How could you?! - Jeannotchka paused dramatically, raising her hands pathetically. She bitterly regretted that she could not see herself at that moment from the outside. She was probably very effective in this pose. With her face contorted with righteous anger, with her hands raised accusingly in the air!..! Nemesis! The goddess of vengeance.

The boy's lips quivered. It seemed as if he was going to cry. Jeanne felt sorry for him. The negative impressions from that... unfortunate experience had already been largely forgotten, erased and dulled in her memory, and now she even felt some sympathy for this complex and stupid half-baby again. Pity.

It was her own fault! - she thought remorsefully. - What was I waiting for? He's still inexperienced. His first time! First experience with a woman! It's always stressful for a boy, and this situation! Excitement, fear.

Naturally, he got confused and did something stupid. We don't know how it will affect him now! In the future. It's still such a shock.

Max slowly raised his head. Jeanne met his eyes and turned cold. The boy was not crying at all! On the contrary, he was staring defiantly into her eyes and smirking. His hands were now on the table. And in one of them was the remote control.

The boy, still grinning obnoxiously, clicked a button. Jeanne automatically shifted her gaze to the TV screen that lit up and was literally stunned.

Her face was on the screen! Huge, full screen. She looks straight into the camera and smiles slightly. The camera slowly pulls away. Oh, my God! Holy Mother of God! She's sitting completely naked with her knees drawn up tight. Then her knees start to spread... Wider... wider... The camera pans over there... between her legs. Close-up. The quality is perfect. You can see everything, all her physiological features and details. It's like a porn film! A gynaecological manual.

The perspective shifts again. The camera moves away. Now the whole of her is visible again. She sits naked, with her legs spread wide apart, and stares with a languid expression directly into the lens. Then she slowly puts her right hand between her legs and begins to masturbate.

Another close-up. Her finger caressing her clitoris... her face distorted by the approaching orgasm... Here she convulsively shudders several times with her whole body, moans voluptuously, painfully and stops.

Next shot. She's with a cucumber.

- Switch that filth off at once!!! - Jeanne shrieked hysterically, rushed to the television and pulled the cord from the socket. The screen went out. Zhannochka began to frantically and haphazardly poke her finger at various buttons on the nearby VCR, trying to get the cassette. The cursed cassette would not come out.

- You've switched off the power.

- What?" Jeanne asked incomprehensibly.

- I said, "You've switched off the voltage. You can't get it that way," Max explained calmly.

Zhannochka frantically plugged the cord into the socket again. The tape recorder grumbled, rattled and finally spat out a cassette. Zhanna hurriedly grabbed it and clenched it in her hands.

- I still have some," the teenager said coldly.

- Listen, you little bastard! - Jeanne spoke softly, her voice trembling with hatred. - Not only have you been spying on me all this time, but you've been filming me too?! Do you think you'll get away with it? I'll tell your father! I'll tell my husband! He'll rip your head off for this!!!

- And you look further on! - The boy suggested in a cooing voice. He had a nasty and vile smile on his lips.

Jeanne looked at him and felt a real storm raging in her soul. Rage, shame, fear-it was all mixed together in the most incredible way. Fear, perhaps, was the greatest of all. She could not yet calculate all the consequences of this new and unexpected turn of events, but it did not bode well for her. But what a scum! What a little wretch! What a bastard!!!

- Are you going to keep watching? - The teenager asked placidly, still smiling nastily and disgustedly.

- You've still got a lot of nerve!... - Jeanne took in a breath of air and stopped. Something in that damned young man's voice alarmed her.

I don't care! - she decided to herself. - He'd seen it all a hundred times before anyway.

She walked quickly over to the tape recorder and slipped the cassette in. The boy's smile grew even wider and uglier. Jeanne literally hated him already. Little, disgusting little thing! A little rat!

So... There she goes again with the cucumber. It's awful, isn't it? How awful it looks from the outside.

The image sped up. Jeanne looked up and saw that Max had pressed rewind. Now all her movements were also shamelessly comic. All her twitching, ah-ah-ah-ah-ahs were shown in fast-forward.

Jeanne gritted her teeth and forced herself not to avert her eyes.

All right! To hell with him! What else is that little bastard up to? OK... The last shots of the bloody cucumber. She frantically shoves it inside her a few times almost all the way in, twitches and finally stops. With the blissful smile of an idiot who has finally cum. Just as long as the drool isn't coming out of her mouth.

Apparently, Jeanne had closed her eyes for a while. In any case, when she looked at the screen again, the image was already running at a normal pace.

She's making love to Max. Actually, Max is making love to her. Fucking her, to put it simply. She's lying on her stomach with her bra on, staring blankly in front of her. Max is lying on top of her, his body moving rhythmically. Next shot. She is already lying on her back, eyes closed, mouth half-open, Max is on top of her masturbating right on her face. Then he runs his cum-stained cock over her lips a few times.

That's it. It's over. The image is cut off.

- Well? - The boy asked in the same sweet and luscious voice with an innocent look. - Did you like it?

- So you filmed, you bastard, even how you raped me in my sleep? - Jeanne said uncertainly, just to buy time.

Something about what she'd just seen disturbed her, but she couldn't figure out what it was. Not the images themselves, not the fact that he was filming again - no! She wasn't surprised about that (So that's why he kept running to the window! He was putting the camera there! - she realised belatedly.) - But there was something there... something there...

The boy clicked the remote again. The images on the screen flashed backwards. Stop! Pause. She's lying naked in one bra on her stomach with Max on top of her. Her eyes are open. Open!

- In your sleep, then? - Max interjected snidely.

Jeanne stared at the screen in bewilderment. She did not remember whether she had been lying there with her eyes open or closed. Maybe with her eyes open.

Well, to hell with it! - She spat tiredly at last. - There's no point in regretting it now. I'll tell my husband something. That he attacked me in my sleep and I woke up, but I didn't make a fuss. Or something else. I'll think of something. Why would he be jealous of that puppy?

- So, what's next? - She asked Max, who was watching her coldly, and smirked at him, too. All her composure returned to her. - Why did you want me to see that? Do you want to show it to your husband? I did.

- Are you stupid? - The teenager rudely interrupted her. - Don't you understand?

Jeanne looked at him with all her eyes. She really didn't understand anything.

- I'm 14 years old," Max giggled. - 14! I'm a juvenile. Do you know what that's called? - he nodded nonchalantly at the TV screen. - Child molestation. You're gonna do time for that! You'll go to jail. For molesting me," he chuckled again, and even nodded his head a few times for good measure.

- You!.. you!.. - choked Jeanne, - you!...

Her legs gave out, and she sank down on the chair without strength. She was suddenly very frightened. She realised with terrifying clarity that this was the way it was going to be. That she might really «sit down.» She didn't know the law, of course, but she had heard something about it. What's «heard»? Child pornography. Paedophilia. «Maniac teacher molesting students!» It's all over the news. It's all over the news. It's a trendy topic. It's true that it usually involves men. As molesters. But what's the difference, really? A man or a woman? I don't think the law makes any special distinction in this case. Well, except for a shorter sentence. I don't think so.

Таto what if it makes a statement from that snake. Or whatever it's called.

She looked again at the teenager sitting in front of her. He looked extremely foolish and self-confident. It was obvious that he was extremely pleased with himself. How clever he was, and how well he had done.

There was hope in Jeannotchka's soul.

- All right, Max," she began in a timid and pleading voice, slowly and smoothly approaching the boy, playing with her eyes and smiling affectionately at him. - We're friends! Well, we've joked about it, and it'll be over! You fooled me, what can I say. Although, of course, you have to admit, it wasn't nice of you to film the whole thing. I really like you as a man, so I decided... I couldn't offer you a direct proposal... I'm a woman, I'm ashamed, you know!

Jeanne tried her best to hide her fear, trying not to make her voice shake, but to sound soft, sincere and persuasive. It was not easy. In fact, she was desperately afraid.

The thought of criminal responsibility was horrible! The police,... arrest,... prison... No, it's impossible!!! This is from some other life! What's «child molestation»? She was just playing, having fun. It wasn't real, it wasn't serious. It was just fun. Out of boredom.

But she immediately remembered all those monstrous images from his tape: her masturbating in front of the camera with her legs shamelessly spread,... then with a cucumber! (what a shame! God! how could I do that?) and finally... how they were in bed... how that boy was fucking her....

The horror! The horror! How the hell did I get myself into this?! Why? No, I have to get that tape from him, no matter what! There's no way! Play on his youthful vanity, his ego, flatter him, coax him, beg him, plead with him, humiliate him, whatever it takes. But we have to get the tape.

Zhannochka came very close to Max. Almost right up close. After all, he was still a boy. Zhanna saw perfectly well that he seemed to understand everything, and realised, apparently, with his mind, that she was all in his power now - and at the same time he was still timid. He dared not even touch her. He sat there, his face all smug, flushed, staring at the floor, and dared not even raise his eyes.

- Well, Maksik! - Zhannochka leaned over to him and gently lifted his chin with her finger. - Well, darling! - She softly murmured, bending down even lower and watching with satisfaction as he blushed even more and involuntarily squinted at the collar of her T-shirt. Good thing she wasn't wearing a bra! - Come on, kitty! Give me that tape, please! Why do you need it? What have I done to you?

- All right! - Max's voice broke. He swallowed convulsively and coughed. It was obvious that he was worried, wanting to say something, but hesitating.

- Well, Maxik? - Zhannochka gently encouraged him. - What do you want to say? Tell me. So you'll give me the tape? Really?.

- I'll give it to you!... If you... - the teenager gathered his courage, threw a quick glance at Zhannochka smiling at him and finally blurted out. - If you suck my cock now!

- What-oh!?!!? - Jeanne recoiled from him, startled, though, in fact, everything should have been obvious to her from the very beginning. - What did you say? You?

It was a mistake. The boy clearly detected the contemptuous tone in her voice and was immediately offended and withdrawn. He sat puffed up, red as a tomato, staring sullenly away.

- Maxick, darling, I'm sorry! - Zhannochka tried to remedy the situation. - I didn't mean to offend you!

- So you refuse? - The boy asked glumly.

- Well, wait, Max! - In a panic, Jeanne whispered, losing ground beneath her feet and not knowing what to do now. - Well, don't be so hot! Let's talk! How can you demand such a thing from me? It's not nice of you! It's not right. I'm a married woman.

- So you refuse? - The boy asked stubbornly and stood up.

- Come on, Max! - Zhannochka exclaimed in despair, completely confused and frightened to death. She suddenly imagined that he would go to the police with this tape right now! - Well, please!... I'm begging you!.. I'm begging you! Don't!.. Do you want me to kneel down in front of you?!? - and she did indeed kneel down in front of him.

Max looked down at her and, without answering or taking his eyes off her, immediately began to undo his trousers with shaking hands. A moment later Jeanne was on her knees, almost crying with resentment and humiliation, giving him a blowjob.

- Well? - Jeanne licked her lips and wiped them thoroughly with the back of her hand. Then she swallowed several times to get rid of the taste of semen in her mouth. - You promised!

Max silently went to the tape recorder, took a cassette out of it and handed it to Zhannochka.

- And the copy? - She stared at him dazedly.

- And we didn't agree on a copy! - The young torturer chuckled nastily. - A copy for a fee!

- Oh, you scum!!! - Jeanne shouted in a frenzy of rage and, swinging wide, whipped the guy on the cheek with all her might. - Bastard!

- Well, Zhanna Vladimirovna, this will cost you dearly! - the teenager with a face twisted with anger rushed to the door.

- Well, Max, darling! Well, wait! - sobbing Jeanne rushed after him. - Well, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please!

The next two days before her husband's arrival were a nightmare for Jeanne. Naturally, the boy turned out to be no lover at all. Inept, rude. Nothing worked out for him. He was angry, complex. Jeanne had to comfort him all the time. All in all, it was a quiet horror.

In addition, he, having watched a lot of video tapes, demanded something new and unusual from her all the time. Anal sex, unthinkable positions. (For professional gymnasts?) In short, it was a nightmare.

On top of that, like most teenagers, he was also very unkempt. Unwashed. The smell. From his armpits... and there... and his mouth!.. Yuck!

Zhannochka tried to give him a delicate hint, but he was so offended that she did not even mention the subject again. She decided to endure everything, just to get this unfortunate tape. How did he even make it?! Does he have a second tape recorder? She didn't know anything about technology.

- So whaо, Max? - Zhanna said casually as she dressed. - My husband is coming tomorrow.

- Are you talking about the tape? - the teenager asked cheekily.

During these two days he had become quite insolent, and now he treated Jeanne quite unceremoniously and boorishly, as if she were a servant girl. Jeanne gritted her teeth and endured it all.

(Sometimes she remembered that only a week ago it had been the other way round, with that cheeky puppy running around on her parcels and catching her every word. That only a week ago there were no tapes yet, and she was a free person and not afraid of anyone or anything. «My God, did it really happen once?! - She had tears in her eyes at the thought. - What a fool I was then!»)

- It's downstairs on the table," Max yawned crisply and scratched his legs in a monkey-like manner.

Jeanne turned away squeamishly and silently left the room.

There was indeed a cassette on the table. Jeanne took it and looked at it for a while in a kind of painful bewilderment. Could it be that because of this worthless piece of plastic she had lost everything: shame, honour, dignity! Conscience! She had given herself to this mischievous, pimply puppy, licked his dirty cock, let him do anything he wanted to her. Anything his sick little brain could think of. She grinned a little and weighed the tape in her hand. I'm a bit of a stooge, aren't I?ою!

- Zhannochka! - Zhanna looked up. Max was standing at the top of the stairs naked and grinning at her. He hadn't even bothered to get dressed. - Switch on the telly.

Jeanne, feeling a familiar chill in her chest, clicked the remote control without saying a word.

That was part two. Their two days. It was very skilfully done. First there was footage of her rushing after him and begging him to stay, then the rest. In excellent quality, in different poses... And all the time, all through the tape, she swears her love to Max, tells him how she feels good with him, etc., etc.

All in all, it was an atomic bomb. If the previous tape still left some faint doubts, whether there was really seduction, this tape left absolutely no doubts. Everything was clear as day. An adult, twenty-seven-year-old married woman had fallen in love like a cat with a fourteen-year-old boy and seduced him. Dragged him into her bed.

Zhannochka looked at the screen and felt tears running down her cheeks. That's it! The trap had slammed shut. Now there was no way out at all. This tape was such a terrible piece of evidence that there was nothing to talk about.

She had underestimated the boy. He was far more cunning and clever than she'd thought. What was she supposed to do, anyway? When he first showed her the tape? In fact, she was already at his mercy from that moment on. He was just playing with her. There was no way out. Now. Now there's nothing to talk about. It's over!

- Do you like it? - Max went down the stairs leisurely, approached Jeanne, who was standing motionless, and patted her buttocks. Then he slipped his right hand under her dress, under her panties, roughly inserted his thumb into her vagina from below and gave her several strong thrusts. - Really, it feels good! - he chuckled briefly. - Well, don't worry! We'll fuck in Moscow too, that's all. You love me, you said so yourself. Go on, suck my cock one last time, and I'll be off. I don't want to meet your cuckold tomorrow. He's a pain in the arse! - he laughed stupidly at his own witticism.

Zhannochka looked at him and clearly understood that she had no, absolutely no way out. He was a boy, a teenager, not very clever, ruthless and cruel, like all of them at that age. It was impossible to agree with him, impossible to explain anything to him, to arouse pity in him. You can't trust him, you can't rely on his word. You can make compromises with an adult, but not with him. She can live with him for a whole year, please him, indulge all his desires, and then he will give her up anyway. Just offended by something, any trifle, which an adult would not give any importance to. He doesn't know what gratitude is, what a promise is, what conscience is... If he's got something in his head, he...

- Well, how long do I have to wait!? - Max said impatiently and looked threateningly at Jeanne.

She knelt down uncomplainingly and took his half-excited penis with her hand ...

- What's the matter with you, Zhannochka? - The husband looked at his wife with surprise and sympathy. - You haven't been yourself all this time. You dreamed so much about this trip! The sea, the sun...

- No, it's all right, darling! - Jeanne hugged her husband and pressed her whole body against him, clenching her lips as hard as she could to keep from crying. - I love you so much!

Max showed up the first day Zhanna and her husband returned from holiday. Zhannochka opened the door and was stunned to see his grinning face.

- It's called not waiting! - Max announced and, unceremoniously dismissing Jeanne, entered the hallway. - It's not bad here! - he said, looking around. - Are those horns? - He nodded at the branchy deer antlers hanging above the door. - Husband takes pictures during the day? Nice!

Let's do it right now, because I miss you! - He snuggled up to Zhannochka, grabbing her breasts greedily.

- You're crazy, my husband's home! - She whispered in inexpressible horror, squinting at the door. - Why did you even come here? I'll see you later!

- I don't give a damn about your goat!!! - Max raised his voice. - I want it now! Well, now!... - he roughly turned Zhanna back to him and began to unzip his fly. - Come on!

When Max finally left after a few minutes, Zhannochka quickly went to the bathroom, locked the door, turned on the water and burst into tears.

Again and again, still trembling from the fear she had just experienced, she remembered how only a minute ago, right in the anteroom!.. how she had expected doomedly every second that the door would open and her husband would come in! Now! Now! Now!.

It's over! It was over! This was a completely whacked out out-of-control teenager. He didn't care about her or himself. He didn't even realise what he was doing, or the consequences of his actions. That his husband could really come in at any moment. Kill him, beat him half to death!

He didn't count on anything and he didn't want to count on anything. He didn't care. He didn't care!

- Did you bring the money?

- Here! - Igor gave his mate the money. - Who is she?

- Never mind," Max pushed the door open and walked into the room. Igor hesitantly followed him in. There was a woman sitting on the bed. Young, beautiful... Igor was breathless. - Only an hour! - Max looked at his watch defiantly and went out.

- My God!" said the woman and covered her face with her hands. - Oh, my God!

And Lucifer was asked by His Son:
- Why was that woman in that situation?

And Lucifer answered his Son:
- She was just unlucky. It could have been anyone. Any other daughter of Eva's. Just as fickle and frivolous.